01-02-2016, 02:43 PM
Weeks, months, years pass. Still the Sun Dial lays under the trees.
Where children of the forest rome, the Khaleesi can not guard it.
The strange grasses grow over the obsidian structure.
Alone and weeping the flies droop to see their reflections in the blackened mirror.
They swarm and buzz running away homeless now.
Utterly alone, the flies are horrified by their own appearance.
Stealing one from a herd
Where children of the forest rome, the Khaleesi can not guard it.
The strange grasses grow over the obsidian structure.
Alone and weeping the flies droop to see their reflections in the blackened mirror.
They swarm and buzz running away homeless now.
Utterly alone, the flies are horrified by their own appearance.
Stealing one from a herd